Precious love is random
But we inhale the slightest breeze
Men can cure the symptoms
But never cure the disease

What I discovered in a corner of my mind
Tell me it's time to face the truth
I tried to fight it but it's powerful and blind
And tells me what I long to do
When every lie is only mirrored verity
And every sin a cry for help
When you say things you never wanted to be said
You know it's time to walk ahead

Will I ever beat my demons?
Will I ever bear myself?

Precious love is random
But we inhale the slightest breeze
Men can cure the symptoms
But never cure the disease
When moments seem eternal
We should satisfy our needs
'Cause when the drought is coming
We should have filled our magazines